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Malvika.

Will you check with Siddharth
on the JNU coverage?

-Yeah.
-Yes.

And let's decide on the
prime-time panelist as well.

-Sure.
-Reduce it a little.

Give me a second.

Okay, fine. Can't see the shadow.

Okay, all set. Good.

Mic levels are good and good to go.

Welcome to Nation 24/7 News.

Sorry, we cannot telecast
tonight's debate.

We have a breaking news.

The following visuals can
be quite disturbing for children,

and parental guidance is advised.

Avinash, J, whoever you are.

If you're watching, then know this.

Your world has begun to shrink.

Your time is up.

You wanted everyone to watch this circus.

Then so be it.

Now the world's going to watch,

how the head of pride is chopped off.

And Hiren here will
pay the price for his pride.

Ravan Killer, J is
openly committing murders,

and Delhi police is sitting
idle and watching the show.

Had the police warned us earlier,
about J's escape from the asylum,

then maybe these killings
could've been stopped.

The pattern hasn't changed, sir.

One emotion, one killing.

That means Ramneesh was never the victim.

And Hiren here will
pay the price for his pride.

-Shekhar.
-Yes, boss.

Book the track.

-I am coming back.
-Great, sir.

Hi.

I am surprised that you're not surprised.

If she's your sister, she looks damn cute.

If she's your girlfriend,
she looks kind of bitchy.

She's my sin.

Thanks to my one mistake,

she's in a wheelchair
for the rest of her life.

Since then I've been punishing myself,
fighting with myself.

One day at a time.

You know, they say…

revenge is the purest form
of human emotion.

I don't agree.

I think it's guilt.

It's what makes us human.

Where did you read it?

Didn't read it.

Learned it.

Guilt?

And you?

Why?

-Is it because I'm young?
-Because you're privileged.

You're talking as if it's my fault.

It's not an achievement either.

If every privileged youngster
has sensitivity towards it,

then there won't be a problem.

You know what?

Thank you.

Cheers, but I need to leave.

What's going on in that mind of yours?

Tell me.

You can talk to me.

Avinash, please don't kill me.

I will return all your money, please.

Please forgive me. Don't do it.

This toy gun is only good
for bursting crackers, not your head.

You have time. Lots of time.

Everything is just the way it was.

Read a lot of books out here.

Books, or something else?

Hey, RB. Remember this library bench.

Biology teacher, Ms. Pragati.

Fuck! You even wrote down her number.

Please call me for
a personal biology class.

Prof. Dev saw you,
write that on the bench.

How dare you insult your teacher?

And that too a woman.

-My dad is the--
-Board member of this school.

Maybe. But I am the principal.

And this school runs by my rules.

You cannot even breathe
without using your father's name.

What are you without him?

You're a big zero.

You're a big zero.

She looks like her mother.

But she resembles you when she smiles.

So, what name have you decided on?

The one you suggested.

Siya.

Good.

Hats off to you, RB.

You managed to arrange this here!

-Cheers.
-Cheers.

Cheers.

That was fun, bro.

-Sir.
-RB… sir.

Boys, this is school.

-You know the rules.
-Relax.

There are no kids around.

We all have met after so long.

Yes, it's a party.

But there are other ways to enjoy.

We're no longer students, sir.

But, I am still the principal.

Yes, we all know that.

Because that's all you are… a failure.

Remember what you said
to me when I was a kid?

I am a zero without my dad's name.

Look at me today.

I modify the most expensive cars in India.

My dad is known by my name.

How's that for a…

"You're a big zero"?

You should've modified yourself, Ramneesh.

If you don't behave properly…

just leave.

-Leave it.
-Let go of the bottle.

-RB.
-Wait.

-RB.
-RB.

-RB…
-Let go of the bottle!

Prof. Moorthy!

Prof. Moorthy.

-Please. Leave me.
-Sir.

-RB, what have you done?
-Hey!

I am sorry.

But as I told you earlier…

I am not your student anymore.

You were absolutely right.

I am a failure.

Looking at you,

I feel I am a failure.

I am tired, Avinash.

I think I need rest.

Sorry, sir, it took me a while.

It was tough to get
a second copy of the statements.

Sir.

There's utter chaos after Hiren's murder.

Something is awkward.

Hiren's murder.

-J and gun?
-What's awkward, sir?

-It's pretty clear.
-It's the first time in eight murders.

What?

We haven't found the body.

-Yes.
-Maybe because

J doesn't want us to find the body.

-Probably.
-Maybe…

there is nobody at all.

Then?

Sir, I love you.

I mean… I miss you.

Pay the bill.

Thank you.

You wanted everyone to watch this circus.

Then…

Now the world's going to watch…

Hiren.

Hiren.

…will pay. Hiren.

-Okay, just check on it.
-Yes, sir.

-Sir.
-J used a Smith and Wesson.

And two shots were fired.

But there's no sound of
gun shells falling on the ground.

It's a fake bloody gun!

And Hiren?

Hiren gave him financial trauma.
We all know that.

But Ramneesh?

The trauma caused by Ramneesh…

is far more severe.

J just used Hiren,

so that Ramneesh could come to India.

Prakash.

Listen to me carefully.

Please, sir. Just once.
Just watch the video once.

The bullet is a fake.

Prakash, we've to go over
to the commissioner's office

and present a report.

We'll sit down comfortably
in the evening and watch it.

Sir,

J doesn't want revenge for money,

he wants revenge
for Moorthy's humiliation.

-That's why Ramneesh is…
-Wait a second.

Don't jump to the conclusion.

And hang on,
where did you get this revelation?

Let me guess!

Your suspended boss,

Sawant.

Look, mister.

The media and public
are after us right now.

It's crucial to find Hiren's body.

Concentrate on that. Okay?

Come, sir.

Sir, at least you…

RB, the V8 engine has been tested,
and it's working like a dream.

Let me go and do some final checkups.

Then you can take your laps.

-Be quick.
-Yeah.

Excuse me, young man.

Mr. RB.

Today is a very lucky day for me.
Big fan, sir.

Thanks.

Sorry, forgot to introduce myself.
I am Ayaan, sir.

I just completed my bachelor's
in automobile engineering.

I eat cars, drink cars,
and guess what, I even drive cars.

-I am your biggest fan, sir.
-Hit the brakes.

-That's all okay with me.
-Okay.

What's the speed gun for?

-Yeah, Prakash, what's the update?
-Sir, Ramneesh has arrived in Delhi.

How could you guys let it happen?

Sir, I tried to reason with Mr. Kaul.

Anyway, sir.
I called his office and found out.

He left for the Indus circuit
straight from the airport,

to test drive the car.

Sir, you know mobiles
are not allowed on the track.

Meet me there.

Sir, this was my pet project.
This is why I wanted to meet you.

I am not an expert of your caliber,

but I've been studying and observing
your car for a long time, sir.

And I think, I can develop a car that can…

-that can beat…
-Beat what?

Beat your car.

In speed and design, sir.
With all due respect, sir.

If you can give me five more minutes,

I can change your opinion
faster than one changes tires.

Sir, it's going to be a supercharged,
8.0-liter engine with 702 horsepower.

A 460-pound-foot torque.

See for yourself, sir. Have a look.

I'll keep this here. Here.

Sir, I've designed a special air filter,

which lets more air
pass through the engine.

Which subsequently
leads to more combustion.

Sir, nitrous oxide.
This will give oxygen an extra boost,

which will make the engine run
much faster.

The air coming inside will get cooled,
and it will become denser.

And I've designed this special bracket,
that can hold seven backup spark plugs.

280 km/ph?

294, to be precise.

Under test conditions, of course.

Sir, I know your car makes its
competitors eat dust at 250. But…

I am not competing with you.

But I think my car can make your car…

eat dust.

There's a world of a difference

between a four-inch graphic model,
and a car standing on four wheels.

That baby has been engineered for speed.

Your concept is good.

But there's a big difference
between your car and my car.

It's one of the finest creations.
Yours is just an imagination.

But, sir, every creation
was once an imagination.

Absolutely.

That's the difference between
an engineer and a storyteller.

They think and we create.

What do you--

Sorry.

Sir, this debate will never end.

Give me a year.

I will take off from this track.

And make this four-inch model,
a four-wheeled reality.

Look, Ayaan,
I need to get back to my stuff.

It was nice meeting you.

Just be unreasonable, be mad.

But don't try to be me.

Sir, you won't admit that
I actually did something unique.

I guess you're right.

Maybe I won't admit it,

because right now the car
I've created is my pride.

-Let's start the drive.
-RB, we're ready.

RB, you've touched 200.

We've reached our target.

-Well done, guys.
-Yes.

-280 km/ph?
-294, to be precise.

Sir, I know your car makes
its competitors eat dust at 250.

I think my car can make your car,
eat dust.

Why is he taking another lap?

-Sir, wait.
-Wait, sir.

-Show us your ID.
-I'll show you my ID.

Here's my ID.

RB, we've crossed 256.

RB, slow down.

RB, the tires can burst. Slow down.

RB, please slow down.

RB, you need to slow down.

Guys, there's something wrong.

I can't move my legs.

That's the Fahaka puffer fish.
Tetradon Lineatus.

Tetrodotoxin is found in this fish.

A very toxic substance.

If someone's injected with it,

he can experience muscular paralysis
in the entire body below the neck.

I could only get 20 ml of tetrodotoxin.
Careful.

Resulting ultimately in… death.

RB, please slow down.

We've already crossed the limit.
RB, slow down!

Fuck!

Oh, God! Watch where you are going.

You dropped everything.

Fuck!

Paa had to pay the price of your pride.

Pride leads to the downfall of a person.

You've seen your pride…

now watch your end.

We are just getting exclusive news.

The Ravan killer
has brutally killed another victim.

And the victim's name
is not being disclosed yet.

We also found out someone has been
arrested at the crime scene today.

And it's being said that he was
J's accomplice in these killings.

Yes, we fucked up! That's what
you're trying to say, right?

But Mr. Mathur, we've only
lost the battle, not the war.

-According to our next plan--
-Mr. Kaul.

Is this some comedy film?

Kabir warned you,
that his next target is Ramneesh.

And he even noticed the fake gun.

And you all guys did nothing about it.

Only one man is going
to handle this case now.

Bring back Kabir Sawant. My direct orders.

And let him do his job.

His methods could be wrong,
but he's not the wrong officer.

He looked like a milk-sucking kid. The…

Sir, Rahila ma'am went to
meet Kabir last night at his home.

But, sir, please don't tell
Rahila ma'am that I told you.

Please, sir.

Time for my medicines.

Before I leave you in no condition
to take these pills, start talking.

You keep candies in the bottle.

Pretend to take pills.

Why don't you take your pills?

Tell me.

Why not?

Tell me.

Why?

-Tell me?
-Because I spent half my childhood,

watching my father shove morphine
pills down my mother's throat!

And when that happens,
pills seem like bullets.

That's why I never have them.

And that's what happened.
It didn't lessen mom's pain.

It was over forever!

She died!

And I don't want to get better.

I want to live life like a choppy sea!

The highs, the lows!

You don't get it, do you?

No one understands.

You dropped everything.

And you met with J during all this.

You two became friends.

Why are you helping him?

Why are you meeting my daughter?

Look, Kabir, I am much worse than I look.

If Rahila gets in any kind of trouble,
then I will ruin your life.

I hate myself, Kabir.

Every fucking day.

You know…

my friend, Alan.

He is in jail.

And I can't do anything about it.

He was with me that night.

But he didn't take my name.

He tried so hard to save me.

What did I do?

I couldn't convince
my own father to help him.

He told me to stay away

because a lot of powerful
people were involved.

After understanding your game,
Alan changed his statement.

That Rahila was with
him that night in the cab.

These are the details of the
cab that was booked that night.

The cab was booked for Alan's house,

but there was another drop on the way.

For Rahila… I mean your house.

Why would an honest police officer
use his powers to save his daughter?

Maybe, all this is a lie.

But the truth will be proved in court.

What I am going to tell you next…

shouldn't go out of this room.

February 24th, Chhatarpur Farms.

Alan D'souza, Rahila Kaul, and you.

Here.

-Thank you.
-And what is this?

I'm leaving. If I don't leave now…

-I'll get calls from the call center.
-Mr. Akash, I've seen her before.

-Have fun. My shift will end at 7:00 a.m.
-Isn't she…

the one who broke that bottle
on your head in the hotel room?

Who the fuck do you think you are,
to have this attitude?

She doesn't allow me
to kiss her, and always--

That's my call, you fucking bastard.

-Who is the guy, Kesari?
-Who?

Him? Alan?

The girl with him… Rahila.

She invited him.

Found him. Found him online.

And look here.

She's his sister.

Careful.

I am fine.

Mr. Sahu, the package is on its way.

You handle the rest.

Pankaj, get the car.

Come out, right now.

-Get up.
-What happened, sir?

Rakesh, check properly.

-Check the boot.
-Yes, sir.

But what happened? Sir, I…

Excuse me, what is it?
You don't even have a warrant.

-Suman!
-You can't stop us like this.

-Sir, I am not drunk.
-Check ma'am properly.

He is not even driving.
Why are you frisking him?

-Excuse me, you don't know who I am.
-I don't have anything, sir.

Please try to understand.

-It came directly from higher above.
-Who?

-Some powerful minister, sir.
-Call him.

Leave it. You don't need to ask twice.

We'll let your daughter go.

But not the boy.

He's got to stay inside for a while.

-What issue do you have with him?
-Leave it, Kaul sir.

It's an old score to be settled.

I couldn't fill in
the shoes of her mother.

I should have dealt
with Rahila like a friend,

and not a father.

And now it's beyond a father's capacity,
to get Rahila out of this mess.

But a friend can, Alan.

You're a guy,
you can get out of this mess.

I will get you out.

But our society is very unkind to women.

And you can say no.

But I've seen your concern for Rahila.

Even in Rahila's eyes…

I took the cab from the farmhouse.

And I was alone in the cab.

This is a nice way to return a favor.

Imagine that, we've come
to return a favor.

Your political rival, Basant Raj Singh.

And the lady, Avantika Rana,
is his party president's… wife.

This is the jackpot. Jackpot!

But I need a return favor
in exchange for this favor.

Alan.

And your word,
that this deal never happened.

He's a clever man, Mr. Kaul.

Sir, all evidence connecting
Rahila to this case

has been deleted.

No one will ever know.

Everything is erased.

Kabir, you've won…

but you used my daughter to defeat me.

You and I are on the same page now.

You're not as bad as you try to be, sir.

And definitely not clever.

-Sorry, sir.
-Yes?

Sir, I went to see Dr. Siddharth
at his house.

No one opened the door.

And…

Continue.

I found out at the asylum,

that he has sent a mail
saying that he's going to…

what do you call it?

A rejuvenation center,

for a few days.

Fine. Update Prakash.

Yes, sir.

Pack this as well.

-Hello.
-Shirley, it's done.

Your brother Alan will come home soon.
He'll be released.

What?

-But how?
-Just the way everything else gets done.

A few lies here, a few truths there.

Prakash will be in touch. You take care.

-You go inside. I'll be right there.
-Okay, sis.

She's coming towards us.

I've come to get Goofy his vaccination.

So, that takes time.

Take this.

Take it.

Some cookies.

My cafe's specialty.

To kill time.

Ma'am, you'll have to wait.

You're in any case half an
hour before the scheduled time.

-Oh! I am so sorry. I…
-Yeah, please.

I got confused with the… time.
It's okay, we'll wait.

-Rajni.
-Yes, sister.

-You know what, you sit here.
-Okay.

-I've to make some phone calls.
-Okay.

Goofy, stay. Good boy.

Abha, Victor has been caught.

And now I don't know…

what's going to happen to me, after
the ten heads of Ravan are finished?

You and Siya deserve better.

You must watch Siya grow up.

And you think she can have
all that by losing her papa.

Do you think she is ever
going to understand any of this?

Isn't that the Akshardham temple?

Yes, sir.

How could you even think like this, Avi?

How could you be so selfish?

I haven't been fighting
this war by your side,

to watch you die.

I wasn't…

stripped at the crime branch,

so that I can raise Siya alone.

Look at this.

This is not just a drawing, Avi.

This is Siya's dream.

And she calls it paradise.

This is not some imaginary place, Mama.

And you, me, Siya, and Goofy
live together in this paradise.

And you know what she told me?

I will take Papa and you here.

No one will bother us in paradise.

Bad uncle won't be there either.

Can we really go here, Mama?

Avi… you're doing this for us, right?

So, isn't it our duty…

to give her the paradise?

I know there is no reset button in life.

But even if J gets what he wants,
then what about us?

It all happened initially
for Siya and then for us.

But we can restart
our life after all this.

Away from all this.

Doesn't matter where.

Because what matters
is we will be together, Avi.

Even if we get to live
a few moments together.

All that will be worth it, Avi.

Tell me.

-Tell us who the next victim is.
-I'll tell you.

-Tell us, where is J?
-I'll tell you.

Speak up.

-You act dumb, you scoundrel.
-Sir!

-Speak up.
-Prakash.

-Yes, JP.
-Sir, I was at the asylum

to inquire about Victor.

When I investigated, I found out

these bastards had turned this
place itself into their hideout.

-Come soon, sir.
-Okay.

Prakash, take him along.

-Come on.
-Get up.

How dare you eat children's
chocolate. Come.

Sir, the lady's wing
was being constructed here.

And we were receiving
funding through Victor,

so, he had full
and direct access to this place.

We thought he was trying to help us.

But we had no clue
that something like this…

Victor, what is all this?

Sir, you must admit all
of this was a stroke of genius.

Isn't that right, Kabir sir?

Eight victims died in front of your eyes.

And now, the ninth one will go.